Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-08-26
", Mr.. Rawls?" he hiccoughed.

low, Mr.. Rawls?" he hiccoughed.
"Say fifty-or-or-" -s ~f~ Il
Something like an oath came from
the man addressed, as he disappeared
in the darkness. ~
He had already gone up to his room
when Preached the hotel, and / did
not disturb him-as, indeed, I had
no excuse to do so. He came down
to breakfast the next morning, look
ing as solid and impressive as usual.
But the bootblack told me afterward
that as he went his rounds very ear
ly, he heard somebody in room II
walking the floor and grooming.
Two men sitting opposite us con-
versed SO loudly that we heard all
they said.
Hear the play last night?''
eyes reckon the afterpiece was
rather BETTER"
"Afterpiece2 There wasn't any?"
1T happened over at the Windsor,
where theactors stop. The leading man
is drunken brute; the women with the
fue figure and eyes is his wife. 1t ap-
pears her father, some rich old hunks,
hunted her up, and wanted her to
come back home to him. She
wouldn't leave her husband-just ike
a woman!-and he got into q drunken
rage because she wouldn't strike the
old man for money. He chased her
through the hall, and fell down stairs.
The scoundrel broke his neek-and it
served him right
"kill him?'
+ eyes"
With pale and rigid face Mr.. Rawlin-
son rose from the table. He looked
| toward me. l understood it. We
walked over to the Windsor without
word. In the room where we had
left her the night before we found
| Ethel Blake, sitting by her worthless
clay as it waited for the coffin. She
saw her father, and this time she fell
| upon his breast, saw there what I
would not have believed the day be.
fore could ever happen.
! John Rawlinson cried.
20 Ethel, what misery you have
! caused!' the strong man sobbed.
| "You broke your poor mothers heart.
You ruined our happy home. You
! made me a wretched wanderer. What
did you get for all this?"
Should the years of Methusaleh be
mine, shall never forget now she
| turned to her dead, and, laying her
hand on his forehead, said: -.
"He was my husband; loved him.
He was the father of the two precious
dar]ings that were torn from us. 1.-The
| could come back to me I would love
him STILL"
The years are not many since, at
| Mr.. Rawlinson's urgent request,
| made him a visit at his beau-
| tiful home in the suburbs OF
Chicago. Rich "beyond che dreams
OF avarice," with his daughter
restored to him, and with nothing to
cloud the future but the shadow OF
the dreary past, it seemed to me that
he might now be happy. Isaid so to
him"
eff Ethel would consent to marry
again should be. She is charming still,
as you see, and less than. 40; it goes
without saying that there are doz'
en- splendid men who are dying for her
Will you believe me, sir-she'll have
nothing to do with any Of them! She
will cherish the memory Of that worth
less vagabond as long as she lives and
die with his picture next to her heart
I'll be hanged it l can make out any
thing about a woman any howl"
Hooked at her as she came to cal
us to tea-sweet and beautiful in hel
sadness-and thought OF the lines:
! Mans love is OF man s life thing q part
'Tis woman's whole existence.